Текст и перевод песни Laberinto ELC - Guerreando Por Monedas

Guerreando Por Monedas

Bueno damas y caballeros tengan todos utedes muy buenas tarde
Disculpe que bengamos mi compañero y yo desde la comuna
Debido a la falta de oportunidad lo jovenes han salido a las esquinas
Y con una gravadora tratan de expresar un mensaje
Y a la vez sobrevivir
Me levanto hoy a las 7 empieza la dura jornada
Guerriando en esta jungla para nada hay de caza
Hay mucho que nos humillan porque luchamos en bus
La nececidad tiene cara de lo que sabes tu
Como pobre dio sus discos de monedas se que vivo
No me juzges no te juzgo si tu cuerpo tu destino
De raperos con talentos y el urbano van montando
Cantada de todo el pueblo, el mensaje que estan sembrando
Llevando pan a su casa no rata que lo retaca
Porque no le falta nada su critica solo babas
Pero yo sigo tranquilo
Con mi rima en la calle de un grito
Conociendo muchos talentos que se habian escondido
Y cantar por la monedas pasando por mi verguensa
Pero es mi cristo que me da la fuerza
Oye dedicado a la gente que lucha dia tras dia
Para conseguirce un pan
Que dios lo vendiga mi hermano
Laberinto en la calles
Si decimos que todo lo tenemos y aveses para muchos
Es rebusque es de perros de perros callejeros que
Andan solos en el gettho buscando pa' su familia
Comida calor y techo
Te concluyo y soy honesto espero que entiendas esto
La pobresa no conoce raza, distincion ni sexo.
Perdone que venga ustedes con rimas y
Con algo de talento no tengo para comida
Si supieras como me siento
Viviendo y sobreviviendo de lo que
Mas quiero y respeto
Pero si no crees todo esto
Preguntale al guitarrero al confitero al vendedor
Preguntale aquel medigo
Que no encuentra solucion
Vivendo la situacion creo que eso esta mejor
Tu familia no te nececita en las calle

Guerriando por monedas
En la dura calle enseña
Que nadie te da nada hay que guerriarla como fiera
Como fiera...
La dura calle me a enseñado
A vivir en un mundo de rechesos
Donde solo por subsistir la verguensa se ha acabado
Donde el hambre de tu hijo es mas imprtante que tu prestigio
Sin importar que hablen de ti tus amigos y tus vecinos
Solo porque te ven trabajando de forma indepentiente
Que nadie te da una oportunidad
Tu vida no importa para otra gente
Bajo tuyo deja de vivir mi vida
Mira que lo tienes todo
Mientras otro la nececida le busca una salida
Dale gracias a dios
De que a ti no te toca hacer algo
De lo que te averguenses
Pues no sabes lo duro que eso se siente
Que un vagabundo sea rechesado por el mundo
Guerriando por monedas
En la dura calle enseña
Que nadie te da nada hay que guerriar la como fiera
Como fiera...

Fighting for Coins

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you all have a very good afternoon.
Excuse me, my partner and I come from the commune.
Due to the lack of opportunities, young people have taken to the streets.
And with a tape recorder they try to express a message.
And at the same time survive.
I get up today at 7, the hard day begins.
Fighting in this jungle, there's nothing to hunt.
There are many who humiliate us because we fight on the bus.
Necessity has the face of what you know.
As a poor man, he gave his records for coins, I know I live.
Don't judge me, I don't judge you if your body, your destiny.
Rappers with talent and the urban are riding.
Singing of the whole town, the message they are sowing.
Bringing bread to their house, not a rat that stuffs it.
Because he doesn't lack anything, his criticism is just drool.
But I'm still calm.
With my rhyme in the street of a scream.
Meeting many talents that had been hidden.
And singing for coins, going through my shame.
But it's my Christ who gives me strength.
Hey, dedicated to the people who fight day after day.
To get some bread.
May God bless you, my brother.
Labyrinth in the streets.
If we say that we have everything and sometimes for many.
It's a hustle of dogs, of stray dogs that.
They walk alone in the ghetto looking for their family.
Food, warmth and shelter.
I conclude and I am honest, I hope you understand this.
Poverty knows no race, distinction or sex.
Forgive me for coming to you with rhymes and.
With some talent, I don't have any food.
If you knew how I feel.
Living and surviving on what.
I love and respect the most.
But if you don't believe all this.
Ask the guitar player, the candy maker, the seller.
Ask that beggar.
That he can't find a solution.
Living the situation, I think that's better.
Your family doesn't need you on the streets.

Fighting for coins.
In the hard street teaches.
That nobody gives you anything, you have to fight it like a beast.
Like a beast...
The hard street has taught me.
To live in a world of rejections.
Where just to survive shame has ended.
Where your child's hunger is more important than your prestige.
No matter what your friends and neighbors say about you.
Just because they see you working independently.
That nobody gives you a chance.
Your life doesn't matter to other people.
Under yours, stop living my life.
Look what you have everything.
While another necessity seeks a way out.
Thank God.
That you don't have to do something.
Of which you are ashamed.
Well, you don't know how hard that feels.
That a bum be rejected by the world.
Fighting for coins.
In the hard street teaches.
That nobody gives you anything, you have to fight it like a beast.
Like a beast...